A spider hanging by a single thread
A thread much stronger in the past
So transparent and weak the tiny strand
For little time it will last
Rustling, crunching in the wind
The cooling breeze of fall
The auburn tree flakes drop from high
First one, then most, then all
Droplets in the clouds above
Turning the white cotton grey
How long will this rain hold off
No more than another day
The butterfly once strong in flight
Getting weaker by the hour
Tiring easier as the day goes on
Takes rest upon a flower
As time grows things will fade
But what's beautiful is this
The time that they are in full bloom
Is a moment of true bliss
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